THE ANSWER TRAP

The Professor made the final adjustments on his apparatus. He was sure that he had the correct settings. Now all he needed was a suitable volunteer; so he called in his assistant, miss Ashly.

When miss Ashly entered the laboratory she noticed that the Professor had not touched his lunch. "Professor, you haven't even touched your lunch!" She scolded, and began putting the plates together on a tray.

"Forget about that, miss Ashly. I need your assistance."

Miss Ashly stopped fiddling with the dishes and gave her full attention to the Professor. He was seated at a console in front of a raised dais that had been brought in a week ago, and set in the middle of the laboratory. It had a mass of wires protruding from various places at its base. Directly above the dais was a ring of lights the same circumference as the dais.

The Professor pushed a few buttons and the laser lights beamed down from the ceiling forming a cage around the dais.

"Those lights are a form of laser designed to contain electro-magnetic fields," The Professor was saying. "I have been able to narrow down what I believe to be a very strong and abundant source of this type of field."

With that, the Professor began pushing more buttons.

"What will it do?" Asked miss Ashly.

"Well, as you know I have always been curious about the existence of God. With this device I plan to be able to prove or disprove my theory. So far I haven't had much success. I need to stimulate the field before I can snag it."

With that the Professor stood up, advanced towards miss Ashly, picked up a knife off of the lunch tray, grabbed miss Ashley’s arm and held the knife up against her neck.

"Professor!" Screamed miss Ashly.

At that moment, a slight wind developed in the laboratory. A crackling, like paper, emanated throughout the room. With a blinding flash of light an Angel appeared on the dais.

 The Professor released miss Ashly and apologized. He went to the console and made a few adjustments. Then he turned to miss Ashly, smiling.

Miss Ashly was dumbfounded. She was shaken up by the Professors attack and now the added shock of seeing a seven foot Angel was almost too much for her. She sat down in a nearby chair, not able to take her eyes off of the Angel.

The Angel was beautiful. It was seven feet tall, an even pale white all over, and it's long golden hair flowed over its shoulders. Neither miss Ashly nor the Professor could determine its gender. The most amazing aspect were the wings. They were folded now but appeared to have a span of eight or ten feet. The Angel was staring at the Professor.

Miss Ashly found her voice. "What is it?" She asked.

"An Angel." Said the Professor. "As a matter of fact, it's your guardian Angel. I think."

"My guardian Angel?" Miss Ashly said in disbelief. "Don't I need my guardian Angel?"

"Of course. That is essentially how I caught it. I threatened your life and the added energy the Angel exerted in that moment, when attempting to save you, was enough to activate my machine. The machine focused the electo-magnetic field and drew it into the vortex created by the dais."

"Well, I don't feel too well." Said miss Ashly. "I think I will go get some aspirin. With that she gathered up the lunch tray and began to leave the lab. She dropped the tray onto her right toe. She sat back down, rubbing her foot. After a moment she gathered up the tray and plates once again and headed for the door.

The exit sign over the door suddenly dropped off onto her shoulder. She fell down and remained seated there on the threshold rubbing her arm. The Professor came to her assistance, helping her to a chair.

"You know," he said. "you may be right. Apparently a guardian Angel prevents these types of fluke accidents. I suspect that your very life may be in danger."

The Professor turned to the Angel. It appeared to be caught in the cage of light until it stretched its wings. The wings spread, unaffected by the lasers. Apparently the Angel could escape at will, but didn't.

 The Professor posed his question: "Does God exist?" He asked.

The Angel did not answer.

The Professor shrugged and shut the laser field off. The Angel stepped off the dais and went over to miss Ashly. When he touched her shoulder she felt better. Miss Ashly stood up and left the laboratory.

The Angel followed, walking through the wall...

And the Professor had his answer.

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